Nathan looked terrified.
And before he could say another word…
someone knocked three times on the front door.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Nathan went completely white.
Margaret whispered:
“He found us.”
I looked toward the door.
Then back at my husband.
“Who?”
Nobody answered.
The knocking came again.
Three times.
And suddenly, the house I had spent three years paying for didn’t feel like my home anymore.
It felt like a trap.
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PART 4 — THE DEBT HE COULDN’T HIDE
THE NUMBERS
Rachel left without saying another word.
The front door closed behind her.
For a few seconds, nobody moved.
I stood in the middle of my living room, staring at the door.
Then I turned toward Nathan.
“Sit down.”
He looked at me.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
He slowly sat on the couch.
Margaret remained standing.
I pointed toward the chair beside him.
“You too.”
